The Neighbor Who Leaves Secret Notes – A Soft Erotic Story

Ada's hallway was always silent at night. The clanging of the elevator door, the gentle draft coming from the stairwell, the dim light seeping from under the door… all combined to transform the apartment into a self-contained space.

But in the midst of all this silence in recent weeks, there was one thing that was bothering Ada.

Notes. A small square piece of papyrus slipped under his door every morning. Sometimes a single word. Sometimes just a drawing. But they all had one thing in common: that strange intimacy that touched his soul.

The first note simply read:

"Someone has noticed you."

Ada hadn't paid much attention to it that day. Maybe it was thrown by mistake, maybe a childish joke… But when the next day came, it was at her doorstep:

"The light always falls in the same spot. Is that a coincidence?"

Ada was startled at that moment. Because the spot where she sat in her living room was indeed at an angle where she could be seen from the building directly opposite. She usually left her curtains half-open. Perhaps it was a habit, perhaps for convenience… but she had begun to feel as if she were being watched.

The third note was different: a short, but remarkably straightforward sentence:

"Your smile is very calm, but your eyes are not."

At that moment, Ada's heart pounded in her chest. That description belonged to someone who had actually seen her. Someone close. Perhaps someone she had passed by unnoticed for months.

As evening approached, Ada paused in the kitchen, pouring herself some tea, and wondered, "Who in this apartment building could be watching me so intently?"

He listened intently to the door lock. Was it really someone who lived next door? Or the owner of another apartment? One of the strangers he'd made eye contact with in the elevator, or encountered on the stairs?

When she opened the door the next morning, the fourth note was on the floor. The edges of the paper were slightly damp, as if it had been left in haste.

"You're wearing black today. It suits you."

He was wearing his black coat that morning. So the sender had seen him that day, and probably even watched him very closely.

Ada took a deep breath. She felt something more than fear now. Curiosity. And a strange attraction.

When he returned home that evening, the building's stairwell was quieter than usual. As he headed towards the elevator, he heard footsteps on the stairs to the fifth floor. Rhythmic… slow… determined.

Ada stopped involuntarily. The footsteps stopped too. A silence. Then the sound again. It was as if someone was synchronizing with every step Ada took.

As she reached the apartment door, a shadow slowly moved around the corner of the hallway. Ada only noticed it out of the corner of her eye, but her heart raced.

She closed the door. She turned on the light. She took off her shoes.

Then another piece of paper slipped under the door. Ada instinctively recoiled. The paper fell inside.

He took it with trembling hands.

This time the note was much more personal than the others:

"There's something I want to say... But I don't want to write it without seeing your face."

Below it was a small, difficult-to-understand mark: a curved arrow next to the number 507.

At that moment, Ada felt this: The sender… is now very close.

And perhaps he was that familiar stranger who never left Ada's mind.

Ada slowly closed the door chain. The corridor outside was silent. But for the first time, Ada felt something other than fear:

The tense, chilling, unexpressed tension of anticipation.

Ada couldn't sleep much that night. As she tossed and turned in bed, every time the dim light from the ceiling hit her eyes, only one scene flashed through her mind:

That hand reaching under the door… that note… And finally, the sentence:

"I don't want to write without seeing your face."

Those words were etched in Ada's mind.

When morning came, the air was grey, gloomy, and heavy. Ada checked outside the door for the note—there wasn't. This absence created a strange feeling; she almost missed that mysterious presence.

When he returned from work in the evening, he noticed some activity on the notice board in the building's entrance. There was a small, newly posted notice:

"Apartment number 507 – maintenance work. Elevator usage has been temporarily changed."

Ada's heart raced. 507… She had seen the same number in the note.

But there was no apartment number 507 in the building. The building had four floors.

So… “507” isn't an apartment number… Could it be a code , a secret sign ?

Her footsteps echoed on the stairs. Ada stopped at each floor and wondered: “Who really left the note? And why did they send me such a message?”

When he arrived at his apartment door, there was another piece of paper on the ground. It wasn't there last night. It was here today.

Ada slowly bent down. She picked up the paper. Small, delicate letters, as if written with an ink pen…

"Things aren't as dark as they seem. Sometimes there's someone who wants to protect you."

Ada recoiled. To protect me? Why? From whom?

He glanced through the peephole for a moment. The corridor was empty. But something else on the floor caught his attention.

A small scratch. It looked like someone had been standing in front of the door for a long time, leaning their back against the wall.

As Ada thought about what had happened that day, a feeling of unease, yet strangely warm, washed over her. She now sensed that this mysterious person had an intention. Not malicious…more like someone watching , observing , staying close .

That evening, as Ada was sitting in the living room, the electricity went out briefly. The light went out, the screen went black.

As their eyes began to adjust to the darkness…

He heard a soft footstep in the hallway. Then another. From the other side of the wall, level with his own door.

Ada held her breath.

This time, no one left a note under the door. But it was on the other side of the door, right where Ada's ear could hear…

Someone had a breath. Quiet, slow, unhurried.

A sentence came from the darkness, like a whisper—so soft, almost inaudible:

"Don't be afraid…"

When the power came back on, the hallway was silent. There was no one there.

Ada's fingers trembled as she closed the door chain. Not because she was afraid.

Because she's curious. Because she's waiting. And most dangerously… because she's starting to get used to it.

That night, when he lay in bed, his eyes weren't fixed on the ceiling; they were on the thin line of light beneath the door.

Because Ada knew:

This story isn't over yet.

When Ada opened her eyes the next morning, her first reflex was to look at the door. There was no new note underneath. But strangely, this silence was like a message. It was as if it was waiting for her to take the next step.

While she was making her coffee in the kitchen, there were three things that couldn't get out of her mind:

1. The breath behind the door

2. A note that read, "There is someone who wants to protect you."

3. 507… a sign with an unclear meaning

After a while, Ada put down her coffee cup and began wandering around the house. Her eyes fell on the windows. On the building opposite…on the shadows of the people…on the edge of a curtain left open.

Her heart raced at that moment. The curtain in the apartment on the second floor of the building opposite was slightly parted. It was as if someone was watching her from inside, but was hiding in the shadows to avoid being seen.

Ada involuntarily recoiled. But when she stopped and looked again, the curtain had closed.

“That person watching me… could be from the building across the street.” The idea was both unsettling and strangely appealing.

The First Clue in the Hallway

As he was returning home from work in the evening, his elderly neighbor, Mrs. Ayşe, stopped him at the entrance of the apartment building:

"—My daughter Ada, someone was loitering in the hallway last night." —"When?" —"When the power went out. I heard footsteps, then someone walked quickly towards the stairs."

Ada felt a shiver run down her spine.

— Did you see his face? — No, but… he was strange. It was as if he was standing and resting in front of the doors.

Ada thanked him and went upstairs. As she climbed the stairs, a detail caught her attention:

A short, thin piece of black rope had fallen to the floor on the fifth step.

Ada bent down and picked it up. She turned it over and over between her fingers. It looked as if it had been torn from the edge of a hooded jacket.

It was a clue. And as Ada put it in her pocket, she had unknowingly made a decision:

He was about to begin unraveling this mystery.

The Sign That Came That Night

Around 10:45 PM, Ada dimmed the living room lights and turned on some soft music. Her heart was still filled with curiosity, but this curiosity was now more than fear… it was something else entirely.

And then…

Again, those footsteps. Slow, unwavering, familiar.

She stood in front of the door. Ada held her breath. This time there was no note.

Just a very light touch on the door…like a greeting sent with fingertips.

As Ada slowly approached, she sensed someone was on the other side. There was only a few millimeters of wood separating them.

A whisper came from behind the door—very faint but distinct:

“507… have you tried looking at it?”

Then the footsteps faded away. Towards the stairs… Not up… Not down…

Right across the wall.

It was as if the sender was pointing to the void beyond the wall.

Ada picked up the phone and thought about 507 in the hallway. 503, 504, 505, 506… But 507 wasn't there.

It suddenly occurred to him:

Apartment storage room. Unnumbered rooms. Only small keychains with codes like “B-07” and “D-7” were written on them.

He realized then that 507 might be a code.

A shiver ran down Ada's spine.

The sender… lives in the apartment building . And probably very soon.

Unlocking the Island Chain

Ada waited in front of the door for a while that night. She held onto the door chain.

For a moment he thought:

"If I open the door... who's waiting?"

But then he stopped himself. He didn't open the door.

But he didn't close the chain either.

The chain being left unattended... It was like an invitation , a kind of acceptance , a kind of preparation .

When Ada went to bed, instead of sleeping, she listened to even the slightest sound coming from the door.

But nobody came during the night.

This silence…pulled Ada even deeper.

Because now he knew:

If the sender takes another step, Ada will respond.

And the story was just beginning…

When Ada woke up the next morning, the silence of the previous night still echoed in her mind. Her not closing the chain…that moment of courage…and the silent emptiness she felt in return.

While some were disappointed, a larger part felt this was preparation . The game had completely changed.

After drinking his coffee, the only question on his mind was:

"What does 507 mean?"

This time he decided not to wait. He went straight out into the corridor.

The Apartment's Dark Storage Room

The apartment building was quiet during the day. The dim light of the stairwell cast long shadows of Ada's footsteps on the wall. The building's storage floor was at the very bottom—a section most people didn't know about, just a pile of old belongings.

Her footsteps echoed as she descended the island stairs. The air grew colder as she went down, and the smell of dampness became more pronounced.

When he reached the hallway, there were small metal tags on the doors:

B-01B-02B-03…

Ada walked slowly.

B-05B-06B-07.

The island stopped.

“507…”

Just above the corner of the B-07, there was a nearly invisible, finely drawn mark made with a pen.

An arrow…and the arrow was bending toward the bottom corner of the door.

Ada traced her fingers along the thin line. It was a dusty, old metal door. But there was a mark there.

For a moment, he considered opening the door slightly. But there was no key.

Just as I was about to turn back…footsteps were heard.

It was clear someone was coming down the stairs. Careful, slow, a familiar rhythm.

Ada held her breath. Her heart raced as the shadow appeared in the stairwell.

The steps led down to the storage floor. But they stopped before entering the corridor where Ada was. It was as if someone was watching them from the end of the corridor.

Ada felt this at that moment:

This person wasn't following him...he was directing him.

He said nothing. He didn't approach. He simply waited for Ada to make a decision with his presence.

Ada quietly climbed up. The shadow didn't move.

This was a clear message.

New Note in the Hallway

When she returned to her apartment, she found another note, half-slipped inside from under the door.

The paper was a little wrinkled this time, as if it had been written in a hurry.

It only had two sentences on it:

"I waited not because I was watching you today...but because you were trying to leave."

Ada paused. There was a kind of fragility, a kind of confession in that sentence.

It was as if the sender was testing Ada's courage. And Ada had passed that test.

On the back of the note was a small drawing: a rough sketch of a B-07 door. Below it was a dotted line. A kind of "you're in the right place" confirmation.

Ada held the piece of paper up to the light and looked at it for a long time.

This person…wasn't trying to scare her, he was trying to get close to her. But the way he approached her was dangerously mysterious.

Midnight Sounds - soft erotic story

That night, as Ada sat in the living room, she heard an unexpected sound. A drawer, it seemed to have closed gently. It wasn't coming from the house. Nor was it from the hallway.

It had come from the storage floor.

Ada rose from the chair. She went to the door and looked through the peephole. The corridor was empty… but a feeling, like a call, pinned her to the door.

He grabbed the chain again. This time he opened the door halfway. Just 2-3 centimeters… but it was enough.

When she looked to the end of the corridor, it seemed as if someone was looking up from the stairwell. The silhouette was very indistinct… but it was there.

One second. Then two. soft erotic story

And he quietly retreated. The sound of his footsteps faded away downwards.

When Ada closed the door, her heart was beating so fast she could hear its echo in the silence.

He leaned against the door. He closed his eyes. He took a deep breath.

He knew that person was very close. And he felt they were now heading towards a confrontation.

As Ada sat in the living room late into the night, she couldn't find peace of mind. That silent retreat, the silhouette in the stairwell, the words on the note…they all pointed in one direction:

The sender wasn't following his steps; he was waiting for his decisions.

When he tried to sleep that night, the only thought in his mind was:

"What's behind the B-07?"

When morning came, Ada was more determined than ever. Instead of letting this mystery drag her down, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Return to the warehouse

He went back down the stairs in the afternoon when the building was empty. Door B-07 was still the same. The metal surface was faded, covered in slight scratches…But the small handprint in the upper left corner now seemed even more meaningful.

Ada stood in front of the door. She reached for the metal handle.

The door was closed…but not completely locked. With a little movement, a slight gap opened.

Ada took a deep breath. One step forward…

Just then, he felt a draft behind him.

It took seconds for her to realize someone was coming down the stairs. That rhythm…that slowness…those controlled steps.

Ada turned and looked.

Someone stood in the shadow of the stairs, their face obscured. They weren't fully in the light, but they weren't completely hidden either. It was as if they were watching Ada's reaction.

Ada's breathing quickened. Not from fear—but from a closeness she couldn't define.

The person standing in the shade said nothing. But their mere presence was enough.

Ada looked at the door again. Then at the man. It was as if there was a silent communication between them:

"If you're going to continue... I'm watching you."

Ada gently pushed the door open. The click broke the silence in the hallway. But the door only opened a centimeter—it was completely dark inside.

The man standing in the shade took a step forward. The faint shadow of his shoe came close enough to be at Ada's feet.

A shiver ran down Ada's spine. Closeness. But there was still a wall between them, a darkness, a mystery.

Finally, Ada spoke in a whisper:

— "Why are you doing this?"

The man in the shadow of the stairs bowed his head slightly. His tone held neither threat nor haste… just a calm gravity.

— "So you won't be afraid."

Ada's eyes widened. For a second, she couldn't say anything.

The man lowered his voice a little more:

— "But if you stop wondering... I'll leave."

These words ignited a spark within Ada. Could she stop being curious? It was impossible.

The man quietly retreated. He disappeared into the shadows of the stairs. His footsteps didn't go upstairs… they faded away into another corridor.

Ada looked at door B-07 again. She didn't look inside through the gap, which seemed like a dark invitation.

She closed the door. But it was too late to turn back now.

She knew it from within the island:

This was just the beginning. And the sender was now very close to a confrontation.

Ada couldn't sleep for a long time that night after leaving B-07. The voice of the stranger standing in the shadows… his words, “ So you won’t be afraid ”… and the darkness seeping through the slightly ajar door—

They all stood there like shadows wandering in Ada's mind.

He felt he had to make a decision. Either he would solve this mystery and continue his life as normal…or he would live in endless uncertainty, listening at the door every night.

When morning came, Ada paused for a moment before stepping into the hallway. She took one last look at herself. She tried to appear calm, but inside, there was a storm raging.

When she opened the door, another note was waiting on the floor.

This time, just one sentence:

"We'll talk today."

Ada's heart almost stopped for a moment. This wasn't a threat. It wasn't a request either. It was more like an invitation .

As the hours passed, the tension inside Ada was increasing. When she stepped into the corridor that evening, the building was almost completely silent.

As they descended the stairs, the warehouse door was half-open. The space in B-07 was wider today. A dim light filtered in.

Ada slowly approached. Her heart pounded in her ears. She gently pushed the door open.

The interior of the B-07 was a small, dusty storage room. But in one corner there was a single chair, and next to it a small lantern was burning.

And on the wall, there was something Ada had never seen before:

All the notes. Each one meticulously kept…It's as if someone had preserved every tiny fragment of emotion Ada had left behind.

Ada held her breath.

— "So, all of them..."

A voice came from behind. Calm, soft, familiar:

— "I wrote them for you."

When Ada returned, the boy was there. He had emerged from the shadows, his face visible for the first time.

He wasn't handsome or striking; but there was such intense, such honest attention in his eyes that Ada was breathless.

— “I didn’t mean to scare you.” His tone was calm. —“Sometimes… someone catches your attention but you don’t dare approach them. That’s how I was able to talk to you.”

Ada didn't take a step back, she took a step forward. This surprised even her.

—“Why me?” Her voice was a whisper.

The stranger didn't avert his eyes.

— "Because watching you wasn't a crime... Because I wanted to understand you . And you... you're not someone who doesn't notice anyone."

A shiver ran down Ada's spine. The words weren't threatening…on the contrary, they carried a strange subtlety.

— "So why all this secrecy...?"

The man smiled suddenly. A brief, vulnerable smile.

— "Because you're not someone who can be dismissed with a simple 'hello'."

Silence fell in the warehouse. Nothing was said, yet it felt as if everything had been said. Ada's heartbeat had become heavy, deep, and rhythmic.

After a while, Ada lowered her head.

— "So now?"

The man took a step closer but didn't touch. Just proximity… Just presence.

— "Now… if you like, we can end this mystery here."

Ada looked up. The darkness, the notes, the days of lingering curiosity—they all came together to tell her one thing:

The mystery had to end. But this wasn't an end, only a beginning.

Ada smiled slightly.

— "Let's finish."

The man bowed his head. It was as if every note, every shadow, every breath…had carried him to this moment.

The light went out. Ada left the storage room. She closed the door.

This time the corridor was not silent, but carried a familiar tranquility.

And at that moment Ada felt something very clearly:

Sometimes notes left in the dark…lead to the most enlightened confrontations.